Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 244 Whose Child Is It

In the cloak of the night, nestled in the narrow alley, stood an age-worn dwelling.

Henry’s gaze was fixated on his younger sister, who he had doted on for many years. He examined her attire, plain to the point of austerity, and the crumbling structure that served as her shelter.

His eyes throbbed with a sting that could not be suppressed, and the fingers that clutched his cigarette trembled subtly.

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he stepped inside the place and scanned around. “Where’s the kid?”

Melora was taken aback. “Has Crystal told you?”

Henry responded in a helpless tone, “Do you expect her to help you keep it a secret and watch as you continue living in this squalor? Whose child is it?”

Up until that moment, he was truly oblivious to the identity of the child’s father.

Melora wouldn’t let him in the room.

Henry extinguished his cigarette, exhaling the last puff of smoke. “Who is it?”

No matter who the father was, he wanted to beat him up so badly and break his teeth.

Melora blocked the door, pleading in a hushed voice, “Berthold and I are doing fine. Henry, I can support him on my own. Please don’t ask anymore!”

Henry’s eyes reddened.

He was but half a step away from her. With an outstretched arm, he pulled her to the side and entered the room.

The bedroom was of meager proportion, not even covering ten square meters.

An aged bed and a tiny desk housing several dozen magazines was all it contained.

Henry flicked through the trashy magazines, all showcasing Melora on the cover, the young lady of the Miller family.

He swallowed hard, making his way toward the old bed.

On it, lay a small child, slumbering peacefully.

His skin was fair, and he had a full head of dark brown hair.

Henry’s eyes turned bloodshot at the familiar eyes and unique hair color.

He no longer needed to ask Melora who the father was, as there was no need to do so anymore!

Henry whirled around, his eyes burning holes into his little sister.

Melora’s lips quivered, and her face contorted in distress as she pleaded, “Henry, don’t look for him! Don’t… I’ve broken up with him.”

Henry reached out, tenderly touching the little boy.

He paused and asked gently, “Him? Which him? Melora, tell me.”

Melora covered her mouth in shock.

It dawned on her that Henry must have realized who the father was.

Henry’s voice was dangerously low as he said, “When did you two become a thing? Do you understand what you’re doing? He’s at least ten years older than you. A man of his stature, in his forties and still unmarried, has had his share of meeting women from all walks of life, so why would he be attracted to a greenhorn like you?”

Melora was crushed.

She knew she had been punching above her weight.

Henry didn’t ask anymore. He took off his coat, put it on little Berthold, and gently lifted.

“Henry!” Melora clutched his arm, begging.

In the dim light, Henry’s expression was as calm as still water. “Either you come home with me now, or I call Alfred to pick you and your son up. You decide.”

Melora had no choice.

She packed some clothes and followed Henry.

descended the stairs, Berthold

stared at Henry with a hint of fear

“I am

Berthold relaxed, closing

as he delicately placed the little boy into the child seat in his

silently slid into the car, murmuring, “Could you not

“You’re afraid now?”

and got in. He was infuriated and wanted to smoke. However, he refrained from doing

silence, he gently stepped

an hour later, the car slowly pulled into the

Crystal for she had her own worries. The sound of the opening.

saw Henry holding Berthold, with

froze for a

hushed tone. “Let Berthold sleep with Skyler tonight. You go and talk with

Crystal nodded.

again, she opened the

the tiny

bed was too soft, or the day had been too

rolled over, pulling Berthold close

and finely chiseled, were strikingly similar, as were their dark

his heart soften

Skyler’s head and patted Berthold. “This child takes after

taken aback, wore her guilt on

a tender voice. “You must have figured out who

more vulgar

“Don’t let the children

shot her a fierce glare, but times had

an armor of courage. “Don’t take your anger out on me,” she warned him boldly as

tense look

with Melora. I’ll head to the study for

Crystal agreed with a

had unresolved matters between them, grievances yet addressed. Yet, when faced with the situations at

all, I am Melora’s brother, and Crystal is her

Melora to the guest room. Softly, she began, “Don’t mind your brother’s Let’s freshen up first. Let me prepare some snacks for you- your

to

wave of emotion

she reassured, “You should have come back

called out in a soft

her hair gently and said, “I’ll go prepare something for us to eat. You take a bath first. Everything you need is in

Melora nodded.

the snack. By the time everything was ready,

pajamas, the kind where the

Crystal noticed.

any remark and beckoned with a tremble in her voice, “Come and eat.

sat down and began to

no longer the chatterbox who couldn’t stop talking like a print machine

kept her

meal, Melora’s eyes were filled with tears. “Crystal, I’m scared. He couldn’t marry me back then,

could she

their child, living a tough life worrying about

shared good times together. However, they were swept away by the

she would spot him in the newspaper. He was still

she, Melora Miller, had lost her youthful radiance.

after all, need to vent his anger. But he would

girl

Crystal went to

of the study. The room was dim, save for a

the desk, smoking. The ashtray before him was filled to

closed the door behind her, walked to the window, and

smoking too much! Aren’t you afraid of

watched her in

voluntarily approached him, sat

the cigarette and leaned

for a long while before he finally spoke in a hoarse whisper, “Crystal, have I failed? If I hadn’t insisted on going to Kingdom of Brundela back then, your uncle and Melora

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